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Some folks like whiskey, whiskey's mighty fine |
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Some folks like moonshine, Lord they drink it all the time |
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My daddy taught me, said, "Son, only way to keep your head in line |
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Drink-a that wine wine, wine |
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Keep your head stoned all the time" |
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(That's what he said) |
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Look at them luscious little bottles, sittin' up on the shelf |
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Red green and yellow, Lord, they are somethin' else, hmmm |
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They mesmerize me, the way they sparkle and shine |
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Drink-a that wine wine, wine |
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Keep your head stoned all the time |
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One snort of Ruby Port really rings the bell |
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Then a glass of Muscatel sets my head up well |
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Then this sweetest bottle of cheapest sherry wine |
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I say goodbye to my mind |
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While folks around me insist on startin' wars |
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Fightin' and a-hollerin', gettin' awful sore |
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Gotta take some business, I don't pay them no mind |
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Drink-a that wine wine, wine |
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keep your, head stoned all the time |
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(Tell the truth) |
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One snort of Ruby Port really rings the bell |
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Then a glass of Muscatel sets my head up well |
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Then this sweetest bottle of cheapest sherry wine |
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I say goodbye to my mind |
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While folks around me insist on startin' wars |
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Fightin' and a-hollerin', gettin' awful sore |
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Gotta take some business, I don't pay them no mind |
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Drink-a that wine wine, wine |
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Keep your head stoned all the time |
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(Spoken) Get out the bathtub, grandma, and take off your socks! |
